Armen was in his dreams again.
"Hey Drake," the boy – no, the young man – said.
"Are you really Armen? Or are you just Him messing with me again?" Drake asked, wearily.
Armen smiled.
"You killed me."
Drake turned away.
"You're not my friend, then."
Armen blinked, and when his eyes reopened, one of them was white. His smile grew strained.
"You shouldn't be here."
Drake snorted.
"It's my dream you're invading."
"You shouldn't be alive."
"Shut up," Drake snapped.
"You killed me."
Fists clenched. Fingernails biting into his skin.
"No," Drake said. "I did not kill Armen. I did not kill you. Armen killed you. Armen sacrificed himself. I did not kill Armen."
Armenbrine stared at him, face void of emotion.
"If some part of you did not believe that you killed me I would not be here."
"I did not kill you," Drake said, voice wavering. "But I will."
Blood dripped onto the floor. Real or not real?
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Miscellaneous Haunted Stories
AventuraShort stories. One-shots. Prompts. Story Arcs. Tales that may or not be related to each other or can entirely be considered canon. This is where I now put my Haunted writings. It's been a while. Literal years, in fact. I may be a little rusty. It's...
